OOO THIEVING BUSINESS OOO
Run, run, and run.
"Remy's sure going to be a match for y' when I'll have y', Rogue."
Remy mentally kicked himself for such thoughts. Naughty thinking wouldn't help his condition which was running and...
His foot caught in an obstacle laying in the alley. He fell, face first.
...dodging.
Jake, who was right behind him, helped him up, laughing his head off all the while.
"Lost y'r touch, hey, Rem-rem?" Remy just groaned while his cousin strode off before Remy, knowing full well he would be following.
They were both doing their early morning (try two in the morning) exercise in the middle of the Rippers part of the French Quarter, more commonly known as the suicidal quarter. Remy smirked at his own joke before following Jake.
In his pocket lay the gold medallion of the Assassin Guild. The one Bordereaux wore all the time. Another job, another business, another theft. Remy had to admit that this one was worth it though. Not that it would bring peace between the guilds. Not that he would exchange money for it. But it would piss off Julian immensely.
Remy adjusted his night sight more carefully, looking out for objects. Shadows were visible on the rooftops of both buildings delimiting the alley.
"Bout' time dey caught up."
Turning sharply the corner, he let drop the little burgundy velvet bag he had been carrying near the wall, between two trash bags and continued running in this new alley, right after Jake.
Henri would take the bag when the following Rippers would be gone. Hopefully, they were still after him and Jake.
After a moment, they both found themselves grinning wickedly at a dead end. Three Rippers joined them.
"Should have known the Thieves were responsible for this."
"Aren't we always?" Jake responded.
"Now, now, don't take all the blame, mon ami. The Assassins are too." Replied Remy.
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not!"
Back and forth it went, leaving the Assassins confused until one of them decided it was enough and advanced on Remy.
"Hold on, cousin." Remy took out his bo staff from one of his many trenchcoat's pockets and clicked on the button in the middle of it so both extremities elongated. Always a figure of calmness, Remy dodged a punch, which sent his attacker spinning having lost his balance, and smacked him on the head with his staff.
When he turned around, the other two Rippers had been taking cared of Jake. One lay unconscious with a leg at a weird angle while the other one had a knife planted in his breast.
"Are not."
"Remy guess dey're not." Both grinned before exiting the dead end by a green door by the side that was unlocked. All part of the plan. Not before soon, they started running again since the Rippers would never leave them be.
OOO
"Took y'r time."
"Hen-hen, shut up. Y' weren't de one being chased by over FIFTY armed ASSASSIN men."
"O' course, y' should discount de one y' invented in y'r deranged mind." Remy added while making himself at home in a stuffed chair of the bar near the Thieves Guild Headquarters.
"How many are down?"
Jake answered truthfully for once. "Five dead, eight broken."
The three of them grinned widely. Thirteen men less on the Guild. How wonderful.
"Argh, I just had a thought. We are so dead. Oncle Jean-Luc's never going to forgive us." Jake put his head in his hands while trying to look depressed which he wasn't...at all.
"Talk about y', he hasn't even forgiven Remy for de last job."
Jake's interest was poked. "Yah, what about it, man? What truly happened? Ever gonna tell us?"
Henri's gazed sharply at Remy while he gulped.
"No."
"Okay, man, no need to bare your fangs." He held up both hands in surrender.
Remy, on the other hand, wasn't feeling feisty. How do you tell your cousin that you killed his father? Henri knew, he was sure and for a reason he didn't understood, he was the only one who forgave him...including Tante Mattie. Jean-Luc certainly hadn't and Jake probably would never do so if he only knew.
Remy sighed. "Remy needs t'go." With that, he got up, his trenchcoat flapping wildly around his calves while he marched towards the door.
"Whatever happened to him?"
"Let it go Jay-jay. He ain't feeling well." Henri was still looking at the now closed door with a serious and melancholic stare while Jake looked on with a deadpanned face.
It took a while for both of them to realise that the medallion was missing.
OOO
"Chérie, wake up call."
Rogue's eyelids fluttered briefly before fully opening to the gorgeous sight that she was waking at. His hair was tickling her cheeks and his intense eyes were holding her gaze. With a happy sleepy smile, her arms snaked around his neck and she jerked him on the bed while rolling on him and going back to sleep.
"Remy doesn't mind being y'r pillow..."
"Shut up, swamp rat, pillows don't talk."
"Oh, right, shutting up."
All he heard was a muffled "hmmm". He smirked.
With her in his arms, or atop him as was the case, he felt at peace. Somewhat hot, but at peace.
But laying immobile made his mind wander where he didn't want it to : the medallion. Why, in hell, had he taken the medallion? Oh, yes, Jean-Luc wanted it, that's why. Now, both the Thieves Guild and the Assassins Guild would be after him. His stupid pride was at it again. Why?
Anger was gnawing at him. French curses ran freely inside his head. Not only directed at his father but also at him. Merde, Rogue was in it too. She was with him, thus branding her as a traitor too.
In his rage, his hold tighten making Rogue protest in her sleep. His hold slackened immediately and his anger dropped down a notch.
"Y' better think about joyous things." And he knew just the thing.
It took him about five minutes of intense dreaming to realise that Rogue truthfully was wearing very little, short clingy boxers and a black tank top. He sighed. From his angle of view, only her bare arms and the curve of her derrière was visible. However, he didn't let this fact deter him. He rolled her softly to the side, wincing at every sleepy grunt she made, afraid to wake her up. He knew without a doubt that the moment she would wake up, this wonderful sight would be taken away from him.
He lay back down on his side, head propped up by his elbow and watched her. His left hand didn't stay put for long though and with gloved fingers, he traced her neck down to her stomach.
"Ah suggest yah take yahr hand away."
Remy landed on the floor in surprise.
Rogue, during that moment had grabbed her pants and was getting dressed from head to toes.
Still on the floor, Remy spoke up. "Since when do ya dress like dat? Should have told Remy, he would have visited more frequently."
"Ah...it's a new habit Ah picked up."
His grin disappeared. She was uncomfortable and embarrassed. He scramble to his feet and took her fully clothed in his arms again.
"Rogue, I'm sorry, I didn't want y' to feel uncomfortable." His pleading eyes gave him all away.
"Ah know...but admit it, yah enjoyed it."
"Dat Remy certainly did." His evil charming grin was back. How could she resist him with this face? She certainly had passed two fingers away from disaster. Sooner she told him, the better. Just not right now.
"Com'on swamp rat, care to have breakfast with Henri, Jake and me?....and no Bella."
"Chérie, at dis hour, Remy'd rather have lunch with Henri, Jake and you."
"Huh, slept that late...oh well, lunch it is." With her finger in the air, she marched out of the room, leaving him with a dreamy happy smile while he made his way behind her, closing to door after him.
OOO
Rogue could feel the tension between the three men. She was trying to get the conversation flowing but her attempts were failing miserably. Jake had daggers in his eyes, Henri had that sad look on his face while Remy had on his debonair mask.
Talk about a bad lunch. Is she had just known about this undercurrent, she wouldn't have come.
"So, huh, what do you guys do around here at that time of the year?"
Henri jabbed his elbow in Jake's stomach.
"Well, huh, Rogue, I've been wantin' to ask you dis..." Both Remy and Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"...if y'know, could accompany me to dis bal...if it's ok with Remy, dat is..." Another dark look his way.
If Remy remembered correctly, and he did, they were talking about the Thieves Bal, known as the Blood Roses Bal. There was nowhere near hell she was going there. Ever.
"Ah would..."
"No."
"S'cuse me?"
"Rogue, y' can't go."
Eating her last bite of her sandwich with a vengeance, she rose from her seat.
"Ah can and ah will. Now, Jake just contact me for the coordinates. I'm leavin'. When yah'll let me know what's goin' on between yah three, yah know where to find me." She left with her eyes burning.
The three men looked around them with guilty faces. Remy got up.
"I'll go."
He caught up with her easily, she hadn't run off like he feared she would. Pacing his steps to hers, he walked besides her for a moment before she stopped, turned around and faced him face to face.
"What was that all about?"
She could feel his dark emotions running through him, curtsey of the bond they shared. She knew he was not exactly angry but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sadness and deception, wariness and regret.
"Remy, yah've been acting lahke crap all night. What is it?" When he kept silent, she added "Remy please, I can feel it, it hurts."
He looked up sharply at that, surprise written on his beautiful face. "What did you just say?"
She approached him tentatively and put her arms around his waist. "I feel your hurt."
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Empathy?"
"No, I don't think so. It only happens with yah."
"Rogue, mon amour, I..."
Emotions were running through both of them making it hard to speak. More so for Remy who knew he had to tell her about the whole business, why he had put her in danger just for his personal revenge on his father. Sighing, he tried again.
"Rogue, I'm sorry for putting y' through this. I really messed things up. I stole again."
Rogue smirked at him. "Isn't it your job?"
His face just fell more. "This isn't a joke, chérie. The Thieves Guild and the Rippers are after me."
She hadn't needed more bad news. Hell, she hadn't wanted to hear Remy was in danger because of his family, no less.
"Remy, lets go home."
OOO
By home, she hadn't met her lodgings. And Remy knew it. She wanted to go back to the Institute. It had been some two weeks or so that she hadn't seen her family. The fact that they were in danger only enhanced the feeling.
And if he was frank with himself, he wanted to go back too. Maybe he wasn't very fond of Wolvie or Kurt who kept bamfing in at the worst moments or the professor who had that same habit, but he liked it there nonetheless. Of course, Rogue lived there. Kitty, Piotr, John, Hank, Jubs and Bobby too.
Enough pathetic mind talking.
But here they were in her lodgings. After filling in the details of what his thief meant, she had decided he was exaggerating but that they would leave. Until she came up with a crazy idea.
They were both laying on her bed, when she sat up and disrupted his peace. His arms now empty, he glared sheepishly at her.
"Sugah, Ah think we need to clear things up before we actually leave."
He didn't like the sound of that.
"Yah know, Ah'm gonna go at that bal and see the actual facts. Yah'll stay here and wait till Ah come back and then we'll decide if what we'll do with that freakin' medallion."
He groaned and covered his eyes. "No."
"No?"
"No. As in no, y' ain't going. Rogue, y' have no idea how dangerous dose people are. Dey know y're with me and dey'll just use y' to get to me. Leave it be, chérie, y' ain't going."
"I'll just suck y' dry and go then."
"Please Rogue, promise me y' won't go."
Even with his sweet if serious face, she couldn't. This bal was the only thing that would really show her Remy's surroundings, his world, what defines him. She would see how the Thieves act and mostly how Remy's family acts. Of course, she would also get a good impression of the undercurrents about this cursed medallion. For God's sake, it was only a piece of gold on a necklace.
"Jake and Henri will be there. They won't let anything happen to me." Remy simply grumbled as a response. "Hell, Remy, I can defend myself!"
"Okay, fine! Whatever y' want Princess! If y' get kill, den too bad!" He rolled on his side, back facing her.
She crawled on all fours to get to him then put one arm on each side of his head.
"Remy pouting?"
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is..." She found herself on her back with silk on her mouth and his mouth pressed on hers, moving in the most sensuous way and making her thoughts fly out of her head.
Pulling back, he grinned at her. "Y' were sayin'?"
"Is too." She grinned back at him. He went in for another kiss.
If she wanted to go, then fine, she would. With him watching over her. It was becoming more and more of a routine. Every time she put herself in a dangerous position, he was there. Not that he minded. That are what boyfriends are for.
He had promised himself he would never put his feet back there in his lifetime but since it was for a good cause...he'll bear it. Of course he couldn't show his face, it would only be suicide. But he was a thief. Unnoticed was is second name. Well, when he didn't want to be seen. It wasn't his fault if nobody could resist him. Including this lovely sexy stubborn Southerner with whom he had fallen madly in love with.
OOO
This is in memory of Aro (no, she's not dead) who probably doesn't read my story but I simply needed to put Pyro's typical sentence in there.
Okay, so this chapter is done. It's crap but I needed to do this in order to introduce next chapter and, well, you know how it is. Plus, Silver Ink threatened me into posting this by Saturday...
By the way, people who read this be warned! Rating will get higher! What? Did you truly think Remy could keep his hands to himself? Hell no! I just hope you're not too prude to check it up next time...teary eyes...Please?
Shoutouts!
Star-of-Chaos : I'm making a Star-of-Chaos shrine and I'll be making conjuring dances around it. I'm just not sure yet about what I want to conjure...maybe Remy? drooling.
Ishandahalf : Don't worry, Ish-ish, fluffiness will ensue! Hurray! For the nickname...just thought you deserved an adorable nickname...and there you go Ish-ish, for my most faithful reviewer!
Kk : brief and direct...but positive!
Enchantedlight : you too brief and direct and positive (another of my faithful reviewers ;)
Lady Farevay: let me say, your reviews are the best ever! So constructive and so positive and well, I'm running out of inspiration, but I love ya! tears And of course, more dizziness is planned. But I don't want to spoil anything so I'll shut up.
Silver Ink: Knock, knock, knock / Who's there? / Me / Me who? / Evo! / Oh, yeah, crazy girl! / Ok, that was just a reminder ;) Anyway, all your secrets are safe with me. You know, because of that, I think we share a bond. An ff.net one, but one nonetheless. Nobody knows what we're talking about and it's just hilarious. Maybe I am deranged...oh well. We should start a club, what do you think? Thanks for the wonderful review!
Run, run, and run.
"Remy's sure going to be a match for y' when I'll have y', Rogue."
Remy mentally kicked himself for such thoughts. Naughty thinking wouldn't help his condition which was running and...
His foot caught in an obstacle laying in the alley. He fell, face first.
...dodging.
Jake, who was right behind him, helped him up, laughing his head off all the while.
"Lost y'r touch, hey, Rem-rem?" Remy just groaned while his cousin strode off before Remy, knowing full well he would be following.
They were both doing their early morning (try two in the morning) exercise in the middle of the Rippers part of the French Quarter, more commonly known as the suicidal quarter. Remy smirked at his own joke before following Jake.
In his pocket lay the gold medallion of the Assassin Guild. The one Bordereaux wore all the time. Another job, another business, another theft. Remy had to admit that this one was worth it though. Not that it would bring peace between the guilds. Not that he would exchange money for it. But it would piss off Julian immensely.
Remy adjusted his night sight more carefully, looking out for objects. Shadows were visible on the rooftops of both buildings delimiting the alley.
"Bout' time dey caught up."
Turning sharply the corner, he let drop the little burgundy velvet bag he had been carrying near the wall, between two trash bags and continued running in this new alley, right after Jake.
Henri would take the bag when the following Rippers would be gone. Hopefully, they were still after him and Jake.
After a moment, they both found themselves grinning wickedly at a dead end. Three Rippers joined them.
"Should have known the Thieves were responsible for this."
"Aren't we always?" Jake responded.
"Now, now, don't take all the blame, mon ami. The Assassins are too." Replied Remy.
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not!"
Back and forth it went, leaving the Assassins confused until one of them decided it was enough and advanced on Remy.
"Hold on, cousin." Remy took out his bo staff from one of his many trenchcoat's pockets and clicked on the button in the middle of it so both extremities elongated. Always a figure of calmness, Remy dodged a punch, which sent his attacker spinning having lost his balance, and smacked him on the head with his staff.
When he turned around, the other two Rippers had been taking cared of Jake. One lay unconscious with a leg at a weird angle while the other one had a knife planted in his breast.
"Are not."
"Remy guess dey're not." Both grinned before exiting the dead end by a green door by the side that was unlocked. All part of the plan. Not before soon, they started running again since the Rippers would never leave them be.
OOO
"Took y'r time."
"Hen-hen, shut up. Y' weren't de one being chased by over FIFTY armed ASSASSIN men."
"O' course, y' should discount de one y' invented in y'r deranged mind." Remy added while making himself at home in a stuffed chair of the bar near the Thieves Guild Headquarters.
"How many are down?"
Jake answered truthfully for once. "Five dead, eight broken."
The three of them grinned widely. Thirteen men less on the Guild. How wonderful.
"Argh, I just had a thought. We are so dead. Oncle Jean-Luc's never going to forgive us." Jake put his head in his hands while trying to look depressed which he wasn't...at all.
"Talk about y', he hasn't even forgiven Remy for de last job."
Jake's interest was poked. "Yah, what about it, man? What truly happened? Ever gonna tell us?"
Henri's gazed sharply at Remy while he gulped.
"No."
"Okay, man, no need to bare your fangs." He held up both hands in surrender.
Remy, on the other hand, wasn't feeling feisty. How do you tell your cousin that you killed his father? Henri knew, he was sure and for a reason he didn't understood, he was the only one who forgave him...including Tante Mattie. Jean-Luc certainly hadn't and Jake probably would never do so if he only knew.
Remy sighed. "Remy needs t'go." With that, he got up, his trenchcoat flapping wildly around his calves while he marched towards the door.
"Whatever happened to him?"
"Let it go Jay-jay. He ain't feeling well." Henri was still looking at the now closed door with a serious and melancholic stare while Jake looked on with a deadpanned face.
It took a while for both of them to realise that the medallion was missing.
OOO
"Chérie, wake up call."
Rogue's eyelids fluttered briefly before fully opening to the gorgeous sight that she was waking at. His hair was tickling her cheeks and his intense eyes were holding her gaze. With a happy sleepy smile, her arms snaked around his neck and she jerked him on the bed while rolling on him and going back to sleep.
"Remy doesn't mind being y'r pillow..."
"Shut up, swamp rat, pillows don't talk."
"Oh, right, shutting up."
All he heard was a muffled "hmmm". He smirked.
With her in his arms, or atop him as was the case, he felt at peace. Somewhat hot, but at peace.
But laying immobile made his mind wander where he didn't want it to : the medallion. Why, in hell, had he taken the medallion? Oh, yes, Jean-Luc wanted it, that's why. Now, both the Thieves Guild and the Assassins Guild would be after him. His stupid pride was at it again. Why?
Anger was gnawing at him. French curses ran freely inside his head. Not only directed at his father but also at him. Merde, Rogue was in it too. She was with him, thus branding her as a traitor too.
In his rage, his hold tighten making Rogue protest in her sleep. His hold slackened immediately and his anger dropped down a notch.
"Y' better think about joyous things." And he knew just the thing.
It took him about five minutes of intense dreaming to realise that Rogue truthfully was wearing very little, short clingy boxers and a black tank top. He sighed. From his angle of view, only her bare arms and the curve of her derrière was visible. However, he didn't let this fact deter him. He rolled her softly to the side, wincing at every sleepy grunt she made, afraid to wake her up. He knew without a doubt that the moment she would wake up, this wonderful sight would be taken away from him.
He lay back down on his side, head propped up by his elbow and watched her. His left hand didn't stay put for long though and with gloved fingers, he traced her neck down to her stomach.
"Ah suggest yah take yahr hand away."
Remy landed on the floor in surprise.
Rogue, during that moment had grabbed her pants and was getting dressed from head to toes.
Still on the floor, Remy spoke up. "Since when do ya dress like dat? Should have told Remy, he would have visited more frequently."
"Ah...it's a new habit Ah picked up."
His grin disappeared. She was uncomfortable and embarrassed. He scramble to his feet and took her fully clothed in his arms again.
"Rogue, I'm sorry, I didn't want y' to feel uncomfortable." His pleading eyes gave him all away.
"Ah know...but admit it, yah enjoyed it."
"Dat Remy certainly did." His evil charming grin was back. How could she resist him with this face? She certainly had passed two fingers away from disaster. Sooner she told him, the better. Just not right now.
"Com'on swamp rat, care to have breakfast with Henri, Jake and me?....and no Bella."
"Chérie, at dis hour, Remy'd rather have lunch with Henri, Jake and you."
"Huh, slept that late...oh well, lunch it is." With her finger in the air, she marched out of the room, leaving him with a dreamy happy smile while he made his way behind her, closing to door after him.
OOO
Rogue could feel the tension between the three men. She was trying to get the conversation flowing but her attempts were failing miserably. Jake had daggers in his eyes, Henri had that sad look on his face while Remy had on his debonair mask.
Talk about a bad lunch. Is she had just known about this undercurrent, she wouldn't have come.
"So, huh, what do you guys do around here at that time of the year?"
Henri jabbed his elbow in Jake's stomach.
"Well, huh, Rogue, I've been wantin' to ask you dis..." Both Remy and Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"...if y'know, could accompany me to dis bal...if it's ok with Remy, dat is..." Another dark look his way.
If Remy remembered correctly, and he did, they were talking about the Thieves Bal, known as the Blood Roses Bal. There was nowhere near hell she was going there. Ever.
"Ah would..."
"No."
"S'cuse me?"
"Rogue, y' can't go."
Eating her last bite of her sandwich with a vengeance, she rose from her seat.
"Ah can and ah will. Now, Jake just contact me for the coordinates. I'm leavin'. When yah'll let me know what's goin' on between yah three, yah know where to find me." She left with her eyes burning.
The three men looked around them with guilty faces. Remy got up.
"I'll go."
He caught up with her easily, she hadn't run off like he feared she would. Pacing his steps to hers, he walked besides her for a moment before she stopped, turned around and faced him face to face.
"What was that all about?"
She could feel his dark emotions running through him, curtsey of the bond they shared. She knew he was not exactly angry but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sadness and deception, wariness and regret.
"Remy, yah've been acting lahke crap all night. What is it?" When he kept silent, she added "Remy please, I can feel it, it hurts."
He looked up sharply at that, surprise written on his beautiful face. "What did you just say?"
She approached him tentatively and put her arms around his waist. "I feel your hurt."
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Empathy?"
"No, I don't think so. It only happens with yah."
"Rogue, mon amour, I..."
Emotions were running through both of them making it hard to speak. More so for Remy who knew he had to tell her about the whole business, why he had put her in danger just for his personal revenge on his father. Sighing, he tried again.
"Rogue, I'm sorry for putting y' through this. I really messed things up. I stole again."
Rogue smirked at him. "Isn't it your job?"
His face just fell more. "This isn't a joke, chérie. The Thieves Guild and the Rippers are after me."
She hadn't needed more bad news. Hell, she hadn't wanted to hear Remy was in danger because of his family, no less.
"Remy, lets go home."
OOO
By home, she hadn't met her lodgings. And Remy knew it. She wanted to go back to the Institute. It had been some two weeks or so that she hadn't seen her family. The fact that they were in danger only enhanced the feeling.
And if he was frank with himself, he wanted to go back too. Maybe he wasn't very fond of Wolvie or Kurt who kept bamfing in at the worst moments or the professor who had that same habit, but he liked it there nonetheless. Of course, Rogue lived there. Kitty, Piotr, John, Hank, Jubs and Bobby too.
Enough pathetic mind talking.
But here they were in her lodgings. After filling in the details of what his thief meant, she had decided he was exaggerating but that they would leave. Until she came up with a crazy idea.
They were both laying on her bed, when she sat up and disrupted his peace. His arms now empty, he glared sheepishly at her.
"Sugah, Ah think we need to clear things up before we actually leave."
He didn't like the sound of that.
"Yah know, Ah'm gonna go at that bal and see the actual facts. Yah'll stay here and wait till Ah come back and then we'll decide if what we'll do with that freakin' medallion."
He groaned and covered his eyes. "No."
"No?"
"No. As in no, y' ain't going. Rogue, y' have no idea how dangerous dose people are. Dey know y're with me and dey'll just use y' to get to me. Leave it be, chérie, y' ain't going."
"I'll just suck y' dry and go then."
"Please Rogue, promise me y' won't go."
Even with his sweet if serious face, she couldn't. This bal was the only thing that would really show her Remy's surroundings, his world, what defines him. She would see how the Thieves act and mostly how Remy's family acts. Of course, she would also get a good impression of the undercurrents about this cursed medallion. For God's sake, it was only a piece of gold on a necklace.
"Jake and Henri will be there. They won't let anything happen to me." Remy simply grumbled as a response. "Hell, Remy, I can defend myself!"
"Okay, fine! Whatever y' want Princess! If y' get kill, den too bad!" He rolled on his side, back facing her.
She crawled on all fours to get to him then put one arm on each side of his head.
"Remy pouting?"
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is..." She found herself on her back with silk on her mouth and his mouth pressed on hers, moving in the most sensuous way and making her thoughts fly out of her head.
Pulling back, he grinned at her. "Y' were sayin'?"
"Is too." She grinned back at him. He went in for another kiss.
If she wanted to go, then fine, she would. With him watching over her. It was becoming more and more of a routine. Every time she put herself in a dangerous position, he was there. Not that he minded. That are what boyfriends are for.
He had promised himself he would never put his feet back there in his lifetime but since it was for a good cause...he'll bear it. Of course he couldn't show his face, it would only be suicide. But he was a thief. Unnoticed was is second name. Well, when he didn't want to be seen. It wasn't his fault if nobody could resist him. Including this lovely sexy stubborn Southerner with whom he had fallen madly in love with.
OOO
This is in memory of Aro (no, she's not dead) who probably doesn't read my story but I simply needed to put Pyro's typical sentence in there.
Okay, so this chapter is done. It's crap but I needed to do this in order to introduce next chapter and, well, you know how it is. Plus, Silver Ink threatened me into posting this by Saturday...
By the way, people who read this be warned! Rating will get higher! What? Did you truly think Remy could keep his hands to himself? Hell no! I just hope you're not too prude to check it up next time...teary eyes...Please?
Shoutouts!
Star-of-Chaos : I'm making a Star-of-Chaos shrine and I'll be making conjuring dances around it. I'm just not sure yet about what I want to conjure...maybe Remy? drooling.
Ishandahalf : Don't worry, Ish-ish, fluffiness will ensue! Hurray! For the nickname...just thought you deserved an adorable nickname...and there you go Ish-ish, for my most faithful reviewer!
Kk : brief and direct...but positive!
Enchantedlight : you too brief and direct and positive (another of my faithful reviewers ;)
Lady Farevay: let me say, your reviews are the best ever! So constructive and so positive and well, I'm running out of inspiration, but I love ya! tears And of course, more dizziness is planned. But I don't want to spoil anything so I'll shut up.
Silver Ink: Knock, knock, knock / Who's there? / Me / Me who? / Evo! / Oh, yeah, crazy girl! / Ok, that was just a reminder ;) Anyway, all your secrets are safe with me. You know, because of that, I think we share a bond. An ff.net one, but one nonetheless. Nobody knows what we're talking about and it's just hilarious. Maybe I am deranged...oh well. We should start a club, what do you think? Thanks for the wonderful review!